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Fly, Fly, Firefly

Fly, fly, you fireflies

Wrapped in your star disguise

As you flicker and glow

As wishes we throw

As kisses we blow

Fly, fly, you fireflies


Fly, fly, you fireflies

Dance in your rush

A twinkling hush

Get me to whisper and blush

In a night so lush

Fly, fly, you fireflies


Fly, fly, you fireflies

Light the sparkles in my eyes

Light the flame

Start the game

Whisper my name

Fly, fly you fireflies


Fly, fly, you fireflies

This heated night

Take your flight

This place alight

A glittering kite

Fly, fly, you fireflies


Fly, fly, you fireflies

In your star-lit disguise

Give me a final kiss

With nothing amiss

Leave me in bliss

Fly, fly, you fireflies


Do you ever have those moments that you forever remember? Like they’ve been etched into your head and your memory for forevermore, and just a word can bring back a time, a moment, that you can recall with such vividness that it hardly seems a memory?

I remember the first time I saw a firefly. Because, here in Alberta, they’re rare to see, especially cooped up in the city. We were on the beach in Manitoba, the beach fire blazing, the stars in the sky glowing, and the water lapping at the beach. It was a calm moment, coupled with laughter and smiles from the family. Then the fireflies came out…

And we chased them and danced and sang, running up and down the beach like madmen, but in such utter joy that I’m sure we could have lit a room. And when we calmed down, we sat on the logs ’round the fire, and tried to count them, mixing up stars with fireflies.  Listening to the crackle of the flames, the smell of the beach, the white sand, the glow. 

It’s a moment that I will forever remember. It’s a memory that I can’t forget. And I love that. At the same time, I also wish I could be that carefree again. To live out this summer like that night where we chased a million fireflies, and danced like nobody was watching. I want to make sure that this summer is one I remember. Where it becomes one of those memories. And I can’t wait.

About Michelle

I read, write, sing, hunt rabid giraffes, play volleyball, and play guitar. I love my big Alberta skies, wheat fields, and camping trips in the summer. I love to travel. I'm secretly a nerd. (Read as, I watch musicals, read Harry Potter too often, and can quote most of the movies I watch.) I love to be out in the country, riding quads and bikes, and just getting away from the city. I love the friends that I have and I try to be as loyal as I can. I've been writing since I was little, and I love to do so. It's a passion of mine that I hold close to my heart, and I love to use it to express the way I feel, or freeze a moment, or a feeling, in the time that it occurred. I also lied about giraffe hunting. I usually only hunt mosquitoes.

2 responses to “Fly, Fly, Firefly

  1. Kate ⋅

    Love it! Great work again Michelle.

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